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The Mongol army was stationed more than ten miles away from Luoyang City, and began to camp on the spot.

It has to be said that these ethnic groups who have grown up on horseback since childhood marched quickly, and soon pulled up yurts one by one, like flowers of different colors blooming in the autumn field. One of the most conspicuous is the golden royal tent, which represents the supreme commander of the Mongol army and is now the Great Khan of the Mongol Empire.

After a short rest, the horn of the army was sounded again, not only to gather the Mongol army, but also to gather the Han servant army and the people who had been captured nearby.

One by one, the army set out from the camp gate, with the Mongolian cavalry behind, and the Han army servants and civilians in front, and these Mongolian cavalry drove to the opposite position like a herd of cattle and sheep.

The people wept and wept, men and women, old and young, the old were full of gray hair, and the younger was still immature babies, and was held in the arms of their crying mothers.

An old man was old, his legs and feet were inconvenient, and he walked a little slowly, and a Mongolian cavalryman did not like it, and he walked over with a whip, which was whipped behind the old man's back, and the coarse cloth clothes were suddenly broken, and the whip was stained with blood, and the old man was pumped to the ground and convulsed in pain.

The Mongol cavalry didn't think much of it, but laughed, pointed to the old man who was beaten to the ground, and said a bird song.

Some people couldn't look past it, so they reached out to help the old man step by step, walking towards the unknown opposite.

The Han servant army was very silent, they were not as happy as when they first joined the army, and a bad feeling rose in their hearts when they saw the Mongol cavalry treat the people like this.

Standing on the city wall, Ye Fei and Guo Xiang looked at the group of people and Han servant troops with binoculars, silent, unable to say what it was like.

In the telescope, those people were approaching the death position step by step, and when someone reached the first trap position, Ye Fei and Guo Xiang put down the telescope very tacitly, and then closed their eyes.

Finally, the first unlucky ghost fell into the pit, and the sharpness of the pit immediately pierced the man's body, and he was screaming, he was bleeding, and for a moment the people who were advancing were stagnant.

But at this time, the Mongolian cavalry in the rear took out their bows and arrows, roared, and the people began to hug and shove.

This speed was very slow, and it was difficult to satisfy the Mongol cavalry, and as soon as the Mongol officer at the head drank, dozens of bows and arrows were instantly nailed to the crowd.

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Poof!"

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Daddy......"

"Mother, I'm in so much pain, mother, it's so painful, wow!"

"Xiaobao, are you okay, wake up, don't scare your mother! Whining! ”

"Please, please, be gracious, let us go! Let us go! ”

Dozens of people in the crowd were pierced by arrows, some were elderly, some were children, they were wailing, they were begging for mercy, they were calling for their loved ones.

However, all this could not move the Mongol cavalry behind, they were iron horsemen, ruthless and ruthless executioners, and they regarded these Han people as pigs, dogs, and livestock. Where have you ever seen that a pig and a cow can negotiate terms with people?

The Mongol cavalrymen indifferently raised their bows and scimitars, and as long as the group did not leave, they personally sent them on their way.

A group of people moved, and this time they walked extremely fast, and if they walked slowly, they could be shot through the head with a precise arrow.

Regardless of the fact that people around them kept falling into the pit, and regardless of the people around them falling, they rushed to the position of the White Night Army like crazy.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

Several gunshots rang out in the field, letting the group into the intended firing range, and the army of the White Night finally opened fire.

No matter how they cried, how they begged for mercy, how they cursed, the soldiers closed their eyes and shot bullets into their bodies.

These people are innocent, they are unfortunate, they have families, but these soldiers don't? Should he die?

Most of the soldiers' families were in Luoyang behind them, and they could not, and did not dare to let this group of civilians and Han servant troops rush over and destroy the position. Because they knew that if they broke their ground, it would most likely lead to the destruction of the city.

They closed their eyes coldly, and some of the recruits weptly fired bullets into the bodies of old people or children. These old people are old, these children are too young, and their lives, long or short, end in the face of cold war.

In that blood splash, their hatred for the Mongol army and the Mongols became even stronger.

This is the misfortune of the times, the sorrow of a nation, the weakness and incompetence of a country, the Southern Song Dynasty is a corner of peace, in the drunken dream of death, can you still remember these people in the north?

Later generations always tell about the prosperity of the Song Dynasty and the wealth of the Song Dynasty, but who would have thought about what happened to the people who were under the iron hooves of the Jin Kingdom and ravaged by the Mongols? I am afraid that most of the people in the Southern Song Dynasty could not remember their compatriots, let alone those rulers.

Bloodshed and screams, accompanied by the smoke of the war, thousands of people died in the sound of gunfire.

For the Mongols, the deaths of these men were valuable, their bodies filled the pits, they used their lives to move away from the horses, and some of them even rushed to the barbed wire before they died, exposing their hideous faces to the eyes of the White Night Army.

Undoubtedly, this tactic was extremely successful for the Mongols, who broke through two lines of defense without any loss of their own soldiers, and perhaps even sent their masters to break the last few barbed wire fences tonight, taking advantage of the darkness.

Ye Fei and Guo Xiang were silent for a long time, and thousands of people did not survive, and all died here, whether they were Han servants, or ordinary people.

"Order, we don't want any seriously injured prisoners this time."

Ye Fei coldly gave an order, he still retained his sanity, and he did not get carried away, knowing that if he killed all these Mongolian troops, it would actually be cheaper for them, and it was better to send them for thorough labor reform and experiments.

Guo Xiang didn't speak, she understood Ye Fei's anger, these Mongolian soldiers who survived the war would definitely be worse than alive.

Night came quickly, there was no moon and no stars tonight, it was difficult to see the five fingers when I stretched out my hand, and my eyes were almost dark.

In the distance of the White Night Army's position, dozens of black shadows "swished" and jumped in, often with a little footstep, that is, a few meters, and quickly and softly, in the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of the barbed wire.

At this time, outside the camp of the Mongolian army, groups of Mongolian cavalry stood on horseback, closely watching the direction of the position of Luoyang City, as long as they waited for a signal to be sent there, they immediately launched an attack.

The plan of the Mongol army was very good, to remove the barbed wire with their masters, and the cavalry to charge afterwards, and they would definitely be able to finish off this disgusting position in one fell swoop.

As long as this position is eliminated, then they can really come to the city with a large army, and directly choose to besiege or siege the city.

Mongolian masters came to the barbed wire, with all kinds of weapons and blades in their hands, they were the masters of all parties recruited by Mongolia, including monks, Taoist priests, river rangers, and green forest thieves.

When dozens of people raised their blades and were about to cut through the first layer of barbed wire, dozens of black figures were faster than them, flashed to their side, and with a few fingers, a wave of the pitch-black dagger restrained these Mongolian masters.

After quickly knocking out the Mongolian masters and abolishing the martial arts and tying them up, these black shadows began to grope around them, and after groping for a while, several bamboo tubes were touched out like cannonballs.

Several black shadows gathered together and whispered a few words, one of them turned and left quickly, and the other black shadows separately dragged the Mongolian master into the position.

"These are the ones that Mongolia uses to transmit signals, right?"

Ye Fei sat in the Luoyang headquarters, looked at the bamboo tubes and asked.

"Yes, I think they should be masters of breaking down obstacles, and the army behind them is attacking, which is a very primitive and effective tactic."

Opposite Ye Fei, there stood a man in black with a masked face, and replied without blinking.

"We can ...... like this"

Guo Xiang stood up on the side, motioned for Ye Fei and the man in black to come over, and the three of them exchanged heads and ears together for a while, then they all nodded and left one after another.

After a while, when the Mongol army was about to feel that something had changed, a few fireworks rose in the direction of the position of the White Night army, as if to remind them that it was time to charge and attack.

The Mongolian cavalry generals were overjoyed when they saw the fireworks, raised their knives, waved them, and after a loud roar, tens of thousands of cavalry rushed towards the Luoyang position.

"Let's hope nothing happens, right? Why am I upset? ”

In the Mongolian military camp, a middle-aged man dressed in a Confucian shirt and holding a feather fan muttered to himself, looking up at the sky and wanting to see the stars, but unfortunately there was not a single star.

The earth shook, and the rushing torrent hit, but in the dark night I couldn't see the number of people, only that the Mongolian iron horsemen were coming.

More than a dozen miles away, just a few kilometers away, the horses rushed to the place without much effort.

The Mongol cavalry in the lead had already arrived in front of the position, and they were roaring wildly, drawing their scimitars, and they wanted to slash and slaughter.

Before they could be presumptuous, suddenly a long fire-colored dragon burned on both sides, and they suddenly saw clearly that these close-range barbed wire fences were still there, intact.

"Ahh

The first cavalryman slammed into the barbed wire, and the sharp spikes of the net pierced him with blood, and the horses under him were also bleeding.

There was no time for him to continue screaming, the sound of bullets, artillery fire whistled, this time no more than daytime, just muskets, this time even the artillery was pulled out.

In five years, hundreds of artillery pieces were cast in the White Night Base and military workshops, and more than 100 were arranged in Luoyang alone.

More than a hundred guns were fired in batches, and although the vast majority of the shells were solid iron eggs, they were enough to inflict great damage on this group of barbaric cavalry.

The bullets whistled, one platoon of soldiers finished fighting, and the other platoon hurriedly made up for it, so that the bullets flew non-stop on the position.

In the darkness of night, it was difficult for bows and arrows to hit the White Night troops in the position, but the whistling bullets could easily penetrate their armor and take their lives.

Blood flowers flying, the smell of blood is permeated, this group of barbaric cavalry is still charging without fear of death, they are the desert goshawks, the master of the steppe, the destruction of countless countries, once followed the great Genghis Khan across the world, but now it is blocked by this small barbed wire.

It's a pity that the White Night Forces are not technologically sufficient, there is no cotton, and no machine guns have been invented.

Gradually, the first barbed wire was gradually broken through, but there was also a second barbed wire, the steel bullets were roaring, and the artillery was roaring, which made the Mongolian cavalry have a hint of retreat.

"Should we rush like this? But is there any barbed wire behind it? If so, how? ”

The Mongol horsemen hesitated, and with a sound of drums behind them, they finally receded like a tide.

"Oh, we've defeated the Mongol Tatars!"

"Really, we beat them!"

"I think if you shoot them with a gun, will they die too? Didn't you say that god? ”

"Get out of the way, who is scared to death before the war?"

The Luoyang position erupted into a burst of jubilation, and both veterans and recruits were chatting happily in the position.

They had just fought for more than an hour, and although they usually trained harder than this, they felt really tired. The tension of fighting with the enemy all the time, the excitement of shooting with guns in hand, all made them mentally exhausted.